On The Subject Of Time Poem by r james sterzinger

On The Subject of Time

Went to her room to watch her die

Went to her room and I knew

She could and would.


I knew I would love

The little boy get him fixed

I knew I would be

An imperfect father and was.


I have been with you now

This while, and my purpose:

isto love you,

Love being the purpose of life.


When love and light comes

There must also come

The Distraction of Innocence


Remember the Flight into the Desert?

"Rachel weeps, her children are no more"

This is when the Savior went on the Lam.


Everything innocent has destruction at its edge

Like the lace at the edge of your beautiful wedding

Dress.


The wind that turns the windmill crushes

The grain;when growing, the grain pulls

Its water and life from the ground.


The ground, we all eventually come to terms with.

I have a plot: Love without measure

Though the day seems damned

The petals on the boutonniere

Did wilt and turn brown.

What luck?

The memories of that November day are hazy now

All memories become ghosts, then mist, then fog.


O the joyous occasion is now but memory.